Short poems
conflagration
When they later wrote the report
they seemed almost embarrassed to say: well,
the fire started in a light switch
in an unimportant outbuilding.
But it drew in oxygen nonetheless
and doubled with every gasp
and someone, they aren't sure who,
had chained up all the exits.
a girl with a camcorder at the beach
what is she filming?
is it the waves the people the gulls or is it
a feeling she has that life
is here somewhere
if she could only find it
and weigh it down with rocks